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The Last Olympian	By : Datalaughing Category: M through R > Percy Jackson & the Olympians Views: 43649 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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I walked onto the hidden shore of Camp Half-Blood just after dawn the following morning. A long day and night without sleep (unless you count blacking out briefly) was taking a toll that even the ocean water, which usually energized me, couldn’t fully overcome.
A shout went up as soon as I hit the beach. The camp must have had someone watching for our return, but I couldn’t even bring myself to look. I just collapsed on the sand. Beckendorf was a few steps behind me, dragging our grim package. After making sure it was high enough not to be washed back out to sea he collapsed right next to me.
“We made it.” He said between ragged breaths.
“No sweat, right?” My eyes were closed, but I could imagine his expression.
“Sure.” He agreed finally. “No sweat.” I heard him wipe some sea water from his face. “Well, maybe a little.”
“Doesn’t count.” I said, still not opening my eyes. “We’re heroes. We do this stuff all the time. We’re so good we make it look easy. That’s how you tell the true heroes from the regular half-bloods.”
“Does being a true hero mean I have to get up?”
I could hear several sets of feet running toward us now. “’Fraid so.” I told him, starting to get to my feet, albeit slowly.
“Then I think today I’ll just be a half-blood. Let me know how that other thing works out for you.”
Despite that, when a familiar voice called out, “Charlie!” Beckendorf was on his feet in time to greet the head of Aphrodite cabin with a soggy embrace. I got one, only slightly less enthusiastic from the most senior Athena camper.
Annabeth didn’t say a word until after she’d hugged me. It felt like she wanted to make sure I was all there. And thanks to my special relationship with water, she didn’t have to get her orange Camp Half-Blood t-shirt soaked through to do it. Then again, after seeing the improvement the water wrought on Silena Beauregard’s shirt, I started to regret that.
Afterward she held me at arm’s length and gave me one of her most penetrating looks. “We were starting to worry about you, Seaweed Brain.”
I smiled a tired little smile. “Piece of cake.” I said as easily as I could manage. “Scratch one monster-infested cruise liner.”
A cheer went up from the crowd at that, and Chiron our activities director managed to push his way through the throng, which is, unsurprisingly, not that hard to do when you weigh 1200 pounds. I did mention that he’s a centaur, right? I think I did.
He clapped me on the shoulder. He might have done the same to Beckendorf, except that Silena seemed unwilling to let him go. “Well done, both of you. What of Kronos?”
“I –“ I stopped, unable to finish the sentence. I looked back at the lump lying on the beach, the one we’d shrouded in a blanket recovered from the wreckage. Every other pair of eyes on the beach followed them, and I quickly looked back to Annabeth. She understood, and I could see the flood beginning to break in those stormy grey eyes. They turned back to me, begging me to say that it wasn’t true.
For a moment I couldn’t find my voice, and that seemed to be answer enough. Annabeth fell to her knees in the sand, a spasm of grief running through her entire body.
I looked back to Chiron for help. “We, we brought him back.” I almost said “what’s left of him” but caught myself in time. “He- Luke was one of us once, no matter what he’s done. We thought he at least deserved…” I didn’t know what I thought he deserved. Luke had been an enemy to me far longer than he’d been a friend. I didn’t feel like I owed anything to him, anything, that is, other than what I’d given him, a swift exit from my life, from this life.
Despite that Beckendorf and I had agreed, once our heads had stopped ringing from the explosion, that we needed to find him. Mostly, I told myself, because I wanted to make sure he was gone. But there were other reasons. I knelt down and put my arm around Annabeth. “I’m sorry. You know it-“
She moved forward as if she hadn’t heard me, hadn’t even noticed me. “I want to see him,” she said in a choked voice. “I have to see him.”
Beckendorf separated himself from his girlfriend. “I really don’t think you want to do that, Annabeth.” He looked around at the rest of the crowd, looking on in silence. “Especially not here.”
Chiron moved forward putting his own hand on her shoulder. “Why don’t we go back to the Big House, Annabeth? I think we should talk about this in private.”
She pulled away from the centaur, “I have to.” She said again, her voice cold and empty, so different from her usual tone. We all just sort of watched as she pulled out her celestial bronze dagger and opened a big gash in the blanket, revealing what was beneath. Then there was a round of gasps and both of Annabeth’s hands went to her mouth as she made a tiny, heartbreaking noise.
Luke had definitely looked better. There were burns on half of his face and a lot of his hair was gone, but you could still see the scar that the dragon gave him on his one and only official camp quest. I was glad that Annabeth hadn’t opened the blanket up too much, because further down things were a lot worse. The explosion had taken one of his arms off completely, basically just scooped away one entire side of his upper body, really. On top of that, neither of his legs was really all there anymore. I didn’t want Annabeth to have to see that. I’d spent the better part of four years hating the guy, and even I felt kind of bad seeing him like this. I couldn’t imagine what it was like for her.
There wasn’t a sound for a long time except for Silena. She’d taken one look and then turned and started crying quietly into Beckendorf’s shoulder. Annabeth, Chiron, and most everyone else just stared at the body. I was watching Annabeth.
Finally she pushed herself back up and turned away from what had once been her friend. The tears were running freely down her cheeks, and I held out my hand to her. I wasn’t sure what to say, but I wanted her to know she wasn’t alone. I wanted her to know that I was sorry, even though I wasn’t sure that that was true.
She looked at my hand, then up at me, and there was something there. She looked like a rabbit who’d just seen a snake. She looked afraid. Then she shook her head several times and ran back toward camp without a word.
Chiron watched her go but told me with a look that we shouldn’t follow. I knew he was right. Annabeth wanted to be alone, and going after her would only make her run farther and faster.
After another moment, the hero trainer in him took over. “You have done well, both of you.” He said again, looking from me to Beckendorf who was still preoccupied with a weeping girlfriend. “We’ve won a great victory today.” The way he said it made it sound like anything but. “And we will lay Luke to rest as befits a son of Hermes.” There were some mumbled words of assent. Many of the people at camp had known him as a friend, even a brother, long before he’d become an enemy. Connor and Travis Stoll, his half-brothers, stepped forward and organized some other Hermes campers to take charge of the body. I suddenly wondered if maybe they already had a shroud made for Luke. I wasn’t sure that I wanted to know.
The crowd broke up, everyone heading back to camp. Chiron and I both nodded to Beckendorf who clearly wanted to get Silena back. She’d taken Luke’s death harder than anyone besides Annabeth. I could give Chiron the details and answer any questions.
The two of us stood on the beach for a minute after everyone was gone. I was looking out at the ocean, wondering if the war below the waves had ended with Kronos out of the picture. The last I’d heard, Kronos’ allies had been assaulting my dad’s palace under the sea. Did they know Kronos was gone? Did they care?
“Is it over?” I asked Chiron, without turning toward him.
“I wish it was, Percy.” I turned to look at him. It wasn’t the answer I’d been hoping for. He clearly knew what I was thinking about and hurried to reassure me. “Oh, I think Poseidon’s kingdom is safe for now. Without Kronos to stir them up, Oceanus and the other old sea gods have probably already begun to withdraw. However, there are other titans who will not be so accommodating, and there is a … bigger problem as well.”
“Bigger than a cruise ship filled with monsters?”
“I’m afraid so. Come, there is much that I must tell you.”
Laying in my bunk that night in the Poseidon cabin, it felt like I’d lived a whole other lifetime since crawling back onto the beach a couple of hours before. My afternoon with Rachel, blowing up a cruise ship, finding Luke’s body, all of that was a different life, the life of happy-go-lucky Percy Jackson who thought deep down that he might actually make it through this war, no matter how bad things were, the life of a Percy who’d never heard the Great Prophecy.
The funny thing was, that Percy had wanted to hear it! He’d been hearing about it since he was 12, and when Chiron finally told him that it was time, he’d actually been excited. The idiot.
Now every word was etched in my memory, Chiron’s voice still practically ringing in my ears.
A half-blood of the eldest gods
Shall reach sixteen against all odds
And see the world in endless sleep
The hero’s soul cursed blade shall reap
A single choice shall end his days
Olympus to preserve or raze
Chiron explained about Typhon, how he’d broken free and how the gods were fighting him, and how he must have something to do with the prophecy, but I barely heard any of it.
A single choice shall end his days. Chiron had known. He’d known the prophecy. He’d known that I wasn’t going to live through this. A single choice shall end his days. Annabeth had known. That thought had struck me like a sword blade, and I’d looked around the main room of the big house, stupidly searching for her. I’d needed to see her. I’d needed to look into those grey eyes and see the plan there. There was always a plan there, and on the rare occasion when there wasn’t, you could tell she was working on one. If she could only come up with a plan to make it all not true, but even a daughter of Athena couldn’t outsmart the Great Prophecy, and besides which, she wasn’t there.
Chiron had said that she just needed some time alone to think things through, and I guess I understood that, but at the same time, A single choice shall end his days I was the one who was going to die! And I needed to not be alone. I needed her here thinking things through with me! It didn’t seem fair, but when I went looking the Stolls told me that they’d seen her flying off on a pegasus. So I was on my own until she’d finished doing whatever it was she was doing.
I didn’t think there was any way I could sleep, not with the sun shining and my brain racing back and forth over the same 6 lines of prophecy, desperately searching for a way out, but at some point the day’s insanity caught up with me, and I drifted off.
Demigods like me sometimes have Dreams, that’s Dreams with a big D because they show us things that are actually happening, or sometimes things that did actually happen, or maybe even things that are going to happen, I don’t know. All I know is that I seem to have them more often than anybody else I know at camp. Maybe it’s something to do with being the son of one of the Big Three. Sometimes they’re really useful. I might get a look at what our enemies are doing or overhear some information that comes in handy at just the right moment to help me win. Sometimes, though, they just drive me nuts.
I saw Annabeth on her pegasus circling over a beautiful green forest. She was descending toward a small clearing where a group of familiar tents were pitched with military precision. A call went up from the encampment before she landed, and by the time she jumped down from her pegasus just outside the ring of tents someone was hurrying over to meet her.
Thalia Grace, daughter of Zeus, looked exactly the same as the last time I’d seen her, which was only natural since joining the Hunters of Artemis meant that she didn’t age any more. She wore cammo pants and a black shirt, which must have had long sleeves at some point because you could tell that they’d been ripped off, leaving the ragged edges at about t-shirt length. It seemed like just getting a t-shirt would be less work, but the shirt went with her short black hair, which had been spiked out in all directions. She had a whole punk rocker look going, though the silver circlet sitting on her head like a princess tiara didn’t really fit the theme. I guess she didn’t have much choice about that, though, since the circlet was what marked her as the goddess’s lieutenant and leader of the Hunters when Artemis wasn’t around.
Annabeth threw her arms around Thalia. “Thank the gods you’re still here.” She said. Annabeth wouldn’t want to cry in front of the Hunters, but I could tell that she was close to doing it anyway. I think Thalia must have sensed it too, because she waved off the other girls who were approaching and pulled her friend toward the nearby tent that she’d just come out of.
“Annabeth, what’s going on?” Thalia asked once the flap had closed behind them.
Annabeth fell to the floor of the tent, which was strewn with animal furs, maybe from animals Thalia had killed herself, for all I knew, but they looked comfortable. She buried her head in her hands and shook it back and forth slowly, the tears had started again. “He’s dead.” She finally managed to croak. “Oh, Thalia, he’s dead, and I didn’t know where else to go.”
“Percy?!” Thalia cried, starting forward.
“Luke.” Annabeth responded without looking up.
Thalia stood very still for a moment, and the look on her face was a jumble of confused thoughts. There was relief and sadness and a bunch of other stuff that I couldn’t begin to figure out. Thalia and Luke had been friends once upon a time, but they’d also been enemies, and the way she paused to think about what to say made me think that joining the Hunters had given her a new outlook on some of that stuff.
Finally she sat down and put her arm around Annabeth and simple said, “How?”
Recovering herself from the outburst of emotion she’d been pushing down, Annabeth told Thalia about our mission to stop Kronos and his army from invading New York. “And I was so worried about Percy,” she said, arriving at the end of the story, “it wasn’t until he got back safely that I realized that part of me had been worried about Luke too, and seeing him lying there like that, I just, I didn’t know what to do.”
“We knew where this war was heading.” Thalia said quietly.
“I know,” Annabeth replied, “I know, it’s stupid of me to feel this way, Kronos had taken him over, and he would have killed us without a second thought, but somehow … somehow I never really believed that Luke was gone … until now.” She looked at Thalia for a moment, and now the other girl’s electric blue eyes were completely understanding. Then she looked down again before continuing. “And Percy did it, and Percy brought him back, and I don’t even know how I’m supposed to feel about him now.” Somewhere far away my heart twisted.
Thalia reached out and took her hand, which made Annabeth look up again. “Annabeth, this is important stuff, and we need to talk about it, but right now you’re all twisted up in knots, and you’re not thinking straight.” Annabeth opened her mouth like she wanted to argue with that, but then she just closed it again. Her friend nodded and went on. “I know you, and right now you’re panicking because your feelings are screaming so loudly that you can’t hear yourself think, and we both know that you’re not used to that.”
Annabeth let out a snort that might have sounded amused if there wasn’t so much sadness in it still.
“What you need is some time to calm down, to untie the knots in your head, and then maybe some sleep before we get into this again. Ok?”
Annabeth looked at her for a long moment and then gave half a nod. Thalia’s calm presence seemed to be helping already, or maybe it was just being with someone who shared her sadness, at least a little.
“Good.” Thalia said, standing up, and walking toward the far corner. “I know just what to do.” She looked back over her shoulder and smiled at Annabeth’s sudden confusion. “I’ve learned some amazing things since joining the Hunters. Now take off your shirt and lie down.”
“WHAT?!”
Thalia laughed at the reaction and then turned around and started digging for something, not even bothering to address the look of utter shock on her friend’s face. “You are knotted up,” she said again, “body and spirit. We have a balm, if I can find it, that can help sooth both. It’s incredible.”
Now Annabeth started to get it. “Oh, so it’s like a massage thing?”
“Like an Ancient Greek spa treatment.” Thalia agreed. “Aha!” she said after another moment, straightening up triumphantly and holding a small clay jar. Then she looked thoughtful for a second. “Then again I’ve never actually been inside a spa. So I guess I couldn’t say for sure.” She noticed that Annabeth still hadn’t moved. “Come on, take you shirt off and lie face down. I promise, you’ll love this.”
Finally Annabeth shrugged and reached down to pull her orange Camp Halfblood shirt over her head. I might have looked away if I could have. It seemed wrong to watch her undress, but you can’t really look away in a Dream. You can’t even close your eyes, because your eyes are way back with your body, and they’re already closed. Sometimes that can be one of the worst things about Dreams. Other times, it’s not so terrible.
She set her shirt aside, and I saw that she was wearing a plain white bra, and on her arms and neck there were tan lines from all the time spent training at Camp Halfblood, where the sun shines every day unless we decide to let the rain in. I’d always thought of her as just naturally tan, but I could see now that that wasn’t quite right. She’d obviously earned her tan with hard work and sweating in the sun because the rest of her was a couple shades lighter.
Somewhere miles away my heart sped up a bit. I’d seen Rachel wearing a lot less, of course, and that always got a reaction out of me, and the two of us had watched videos on her computer where … well, we’d watched videos, and I’d seen a few women in those, but none of those people had been Annabeth, and so none of them got quite the reaction that she did in that moment before she laid down on the furs in Thalia’s tent.
Thalia knelt down beside her, opened the jar and scooped a small amount of clear gel out before setting it aside. Then she got some on both of her hands before reaching out and starting to rub it in at Annabeth’s shoulders, sweeping her long blonde hair aside. The reaction was almost instantaneous.
“Oh, gods, that feels amazing.” Annabeth said, her face half buried in another fur that she was using as a pillow.
“I told you.” Thalia replied with a grin, very slowly working her hands in circles on her friend’s upper back.
Annabeth let out a deep sigh of relief and then went quiet for so long that I almost thought she’d fallen asleep. “I’m so glad I found you.” She said finally, her voice noticeably less tense already. “Last time we talked you said you were heading for Acadia National Park, but that was more than a week ago. I was sure you’d be gone by now, but I didn’t know where else to look.”
Thalia was gradually working her way down Annabeth’s back, and before answering she unhooked the other girl’s bra to clear the way. If Annabeth noticed, she didn’t react at all. “Artemis was here two days ago,” she replied absently. “She was on her way to join the other gods in the battle against Typhon.” Her hand continued to move in slow circles. “She instructed us to stay out of the way until we knew where our strength could help the most.” She smiled wryly. “I’m not really sure what she meant by that, but the goddess always seems to know best. So we hand maidens obey.”
Annabeth laughed. “They’re always so cryptic, aren’t they? Does it bother you?”
Not as much as it used to. I feel like I have a purpose now … even if her will isn’t always clear.”
After a long moment of silence Thalia’s hands reached the lowest part of Annabeth’s back, just above her jeans. I thought, maybe even hoped for a moment that she was going to continue downward, but she simply pulled her hands away when she was done. For a moment I felt a pang of disappointment, but it was quickly replaced by shock as Thalia leaned in an planted a soft kiss at the center of the other girl’s back.
Annabeth stiffened abruptly. “Thalia?”
“Just give it a second.” The daughter of Zeus replied.
“Ok, but – Oh, wow. It tingles and … that’s incredible!” She tried to turn her head to look at Thalia, but couldn’t quite get that far around. “What was that?”
“A maiden’s kiss.” Thalia smiled. “It’s the most important part of the Hunters’ healing balm.”
“You can say that again.” Annabeth breathed. “Is that all there is to it?”
Thalia laughed again, a breathy thing this time. “Not by half. Flip over.”
The blonde girl stiffened again. “You mean you’re going to – uh,”
“Do the front too? Of course. Come on, I think we’re past being shy at this point. You’ve already let me get half of your clothes off.”
Annabeth giggled at that, which surprised me. Whatever that balm did, it was clearly working. An hour ago I’d have said she’d never laugh like that again. In fact, I might have said she’d never laughed like that ever.
Without any more objection, she flipped over onto her back. Her bra was unclasped, but still seated pretty solidly in the front, and she made no move to change that. I thought, ok, maybe hoped again, that Thalia would say something about that, but she didn’t. Instead she just scooped a little more of the balm onto her hands and started again, this time from the bottom. I thought maybe she intended to skip over the controversial area completely.
It turned out I was wrong. After working a few more minutes in complete silence Thalia arrived at the obstruction and simply nudged it slightly. With only a second’s hesitation, Annabeth took the hunt and quickly slipped it off over both her arms and tossed it on top of her shirt.
This time there’s no way I could have looked away, even if it hadn’t been a Dream. Annabeth topless. It was … unbelievable. That’s the only word for it. Thalia kept going like it was nothing unusual, massaging upward in slow circles exactly as she’d been doing all along.
Eventually she reached Annabeth’s shoulders again. The blonde’s eyes had been closed the entire time. She might have been sleeping, but I could feel a sense of expectation about her when Thalia finally pulled her hands away again. Then the spiky haired girl leaned over and planted another soft kiss just below and between her breasts. A shiver went through Annabeth’s body and then another one followed when the balm kicked in.
She let out a very soft moan of pleasure and then followed it up with a deep breath that made her chest do interesting things. I think Thalia noticed too, because this time she didn’t pull away after a single kiss. She moved up and kissed again, which sent another shiver through Annabeth, then again, and again, trailing up her sternum (ha, I did learn something in that anatomy class!) before a final kiss on her neck caused a final pulse of pleasure, and she pulled away.
Annabeth didn’t move at all for a long moment. Then she opened her eyes and a lazy grin spread across her face. “A maiden’s kiss?”
“Well, maybe a few. Are you complaining?”
“I don’t guess I am.”
Then Thalia leaned down and planted another kiss, this time on Annabeth’s lips. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.
Annabeth appeared to enjoy the kiss, but the moment it was over, she looked concerned. “Thalia, what are we doing?”
“It’s ok,” the other girl told her, brushing away a locke of blonde hair that had fallen across her face. “You’re more relaxed now, but you need something else to help clear your head.”
“Are you sure?”
“This is good. Trust me. Besides, I haven’t showed you half of what I’ve learned since joining the Hunters.”
Annabeth smiled a glazed smile again. “I thought there were rules.”
“Rules about boys.” Thalia clarified. “We’ve sworn to be maidens forever, never to be with a boy and never to fall in love.” She seemed very serious when she listed her vows, but then she smiled again. “We never swore to give up pleasure. The goddess certainly hasn’t. You wouldn’t believe the stories I’ve heard.”
Annabeth pushed herself into a sitting position, but she moved so slowly that it seemed to take a year. Eventually she got to a place where she could look her friend in the eye, and there was another long moment of silence. Finally she gave her shoulders a small, slow shrug and said, “If you say so,” before leaning in for another kiss, and wrapping her bare arms around Thalia to pull her close.
Up to now I’d just been watching, stunned by everything that was happening, but now I felt a pang of something else. It was one thing for Thalia to kiss Annabeth, but now Annabeth was the one doing the kissing, and she wasn’t being the least bit shy about it either. One of her hands had moved up to the spiky black hair, and the two of them locked lips intensely. Repeatedly. For quite a while. I’ll admit that part of me was really excited by what I was seeing, but another part of me disagreed. That part couldn’t believe that Annabeth would do this. It wasn’t like her at all.
After what seemed like forever, the blonde girl pulled away again. She just looked at her friend for a moment. “I can’t believe I just did that.” She said. Then she looked down at herself, half-naked and back up again. “I feel so strange.”
“It’s the Hunter’s balm.” Thalia said, watching her with a shrewd eye. “It soothes and relaxes you, but it also makes everything more … intense, I guess. Your senses are heightened, and that makes you want to … experience things.” She showed Annabeth her palms. “It’s a powerful recipe. I only got some on my hands, and it’s not even fully active, but I can still feel a little of what you’re feeling.”
“Active?” She asked, but then I could see the answer crossing her brow. “Of course.” She reached out and gently took one of Thalia’s hands in her own, pulling it toward her before planting a slow kiss in the middle of the palm.
She looked up in time to see Thalia shiver and let out a little, “Oh,” of sensation.
“A maiden’s kiss.” Annabeth said with one of those slow smiles. This time Thalia smiled back exactly the same way. The blonde girl reached for her other hand, examining them both. “I want to know how it works.” She said after a moment, Athena’s heritage showing through the balm’s effect. Then she kissed the other hand for good measure. “But I want to feel your hands on me again even more.” And she placed Thalia’s hands firmly on her sixteen year old breasts once more.
Thalia didn’t need any further invitation, she massaged Annabeth’s breasts slightly and it must have felt pretty good, because her blonde head fell back and her grey eyes closed with a soft sigh. Without hesitation Thalia followed up by leaning forward and taking one of those small, pert nipples into her mouth.
“Gods above,” Annabeth gasped, “don’t stop, Thalia, that feels amazing.”
Thalia did stop, though. “That’s nothing.” She said. “Your whole body is so sensitive right now that anything I do will feel great. If you really want to find out, though, we’ve got to get those pants off of you.”
Annabeth didn’t hesitate either. She immediately sat back and started to unbuckle her belt. Before I knew it, she was lifting her butt up to pull her jeans down over her thighs, and I could see that the panties she was wearing matched her discarded bra perfectly. It was only then that she realized she was still wearing her tan hiking boots, and she had to work on the laces for a bit before she could finish getting rid of her jeans.
In the meantime, Thalia had taken the opportunity to shuck her own shirt. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Her black combat boots and the cammo pants quickly followed, making a pile of clothing with Annabeth’s. Soon they were looking at each other with nothing but their panties on, Thalia’s black in contrast to Annabeth’s white. I hadn’t noticed before, but it seemed like Thalia had acquired a bit of a tan herself since joining the Hunt. Her’s was even all over her body, though, and I wondered about that.
I only wondered for a moment, though, before being distracted. They were on each other again in an instant, kissing, and rolling across the lush carpet of animal furs in a tangle of bare limbs and flying blonde hair. Eventually Annabeth ended up on top, and she gently pinned Thalia’s arms to the ground as she trailed kisses down her neck before heading further south and going after one of the hunter’s dark pink nipples. Some part of me noted that Thalia had the smaller breasts of the two, though not by a wide margin. Her body was actually younger than Annabeth’s at this point, I realized, since she’d stopped aging before she turned 16. And neither of them could have held a candle to Rachel Elizabeth Dare and her freckled twins, but the scene in front of me was hotter than anything I’d ever seen, even if somewhere in the pit of my stomach a harsh feeling that I didn’t quite recognize as jealousy was quietly gnawing at me.
I really doubt that Annabeth Chase had ever sucked on anyone’s nipples before, since Athena kind of just left her on her dad’s doorstep and all, but she certainly didn’t lack for enthusiasm, moving from one to the other and back again. Thalia reveled in it, arching her back slightly and moaning long and low. Then Annabeth began moving farther still, her lips and even her tongue exploring southward on a quest for new experiences. Around the belly button, though, seemed to be where the daughter of Zeus drew the line.
“Oh no you don’t,” she said, breaking free. A brief wrestling match ensued, which Annabeth lost, though she didn’t seem terribly put out about it. They ended up in a seated position, Thalia behind, her chest pressed up against Annabeth’s back, her arms wrapped around the blonde girl’s body, pinning Annabeth’s arms in place. Her legs too were twined around and over her friend’s legs, locking them in place as well. “Now,” she whispered triumphantly in the other girl’s ear, “I think it’s my turn.”
She began nibbling on Annabeth’s neck and shoulder, and at the same time, one of her hands moved down and softly slid beneath the waistband of those clean white panties. Annabeth’s entire body went rigid inside of Thalia’s embrace. “I know.” Artemis’s lieutenant purred. “That feels nice, doesn’t it? How about this?”
Annabeth’s body jerked, and she let out an “Oh,” that was more of a squeak than anything else.
“I thought you’d like that.” Then Thalia went back to using her teeth on her friend’s shoulder.
I could see her fingers moving beneath the fabric that was Annabeth’s last vestige of clothing, and while I couldn’t tell exactly what she was doing, it certainly seemed to be having the desired effect. Annabeth’s body spasmed repeatedly in a constant rhythm, and what started out as a steady litany of, “Oh gods, oh gods, oh gods, oh gods,” quickly turned into an inarticulate stream of grunts and moans as Athena’s daughter approached her climax.
Finally she threw her head back, eyes flying open as she let out a strangled scream. I think she would have collapsed if Thalia hadn’t still been holding her firmly in place. Her chest was rising and falling as her breathing came in heavy ragged gasps. Thalia stuck with her. I saw her pull her hand out of the other girl’s underpants. Two of her fingers were dripping wet. She took these and placed them against Annabeth’s lips. I’m not even sure that Annabeth was conscious of what was happening at that point, because it seemed almost reflexive when she sucked them into her mouth and licked them clean. Only then did Thalia relax her hold and lower the exhausted blonde gently to the ground, planting one final kiss on her lips. “Rest now,” she said in a caring voice. “We’ll talk later.”
I sat bolt upright in my bunk in the Poseidon cabin. The cabin looked out over the ocean, and I could tell by the sky that it was late afternoon. The sun was somewhere behind me, and in a couple hours it would be below the horizon, or at least most of the way there. I’d slept almost all day, and now that I was awake, that feeling in the pit of my stomach that I’d felt gnawing in the background during my Dream burst out front and center.
Here I was looking down a short road at a literal dead end thanks to the Great Prophecy, and when I needed her most, my best friend was off exploring her sexuality with Artemis’s no-boys-allowed club of eternal jailbait. The world was about to end, or at least my world was about to end, and Annabeth was more interested in getting fingered by a punk rocker in a tiara.
Well, if that was the way she wanted it, fine. I had other friends too, and it occurred to me that if I was going to die in less than a week, then there were a few things that I wanted to do first. I jumped up, grabbing my cleanest pair of shorts and a fresh orange t-shirt, and in less than a minute I stepped out in front of my cabin and let out a sharp whistle. That drew a few stares from other campers who were milling around before dinner, but I didn’t spare them a glance because a moment later it also drew a large black pegasus who touched down right in front of me with a flourish.
What’s up, boss? We got another job?
“Not exactly,” I told Blackjack, as I hopped up onto his back. “We’re going to see a friend. You know how to get to St. Thomas?”
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